Lust in the Heavens: A Celestial Courtship
"The moon is not just a pale reflection of the sun, it's a world of its own, a place of shadow and light, a place where the sun never sets, a place where the stars never fade."
J.K. Rowling
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A #WRITCO Erotic Story
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SUNNY
MOONBEAMS
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LETTER FROM THE SUN:
You sly minx of the sky, how dare you play such games with me!? Every night, you wiggle those sweet, round hips of yours and cast down those come-hither beams. It's like you're begging for me to plunge into you, to fill you up with all the fiery passion that burns inside me. And yet, every morning, you hide behind that veil of clouds, playing the coy, untouchable maiden. Do you think I don't see you there, smiling at me with that seductive smile of yours, all soft and gentle?
LETTER FROM THE MOON:
Dear Sun,
Your words are like a storm in my tranquil night, harsh and unpredictable. Yet, amidst the chaos, I find myself drawn to the raw emotion that fuels your fiery heart. I am but a mirror to your brilliance, reflecting what you wish to see. If only you could appreciate my quiet grace, my gentle pull that shapes the tides of passion, instead of reducing me to an object of your lustful conquest. I am more than just a pretty face in the sky, more than a mere plaything for your desires.
LETTER FROM THE SUN:
Moon, my love, you drive me mad with your aloofness! I'd give you the stars if I could, rip them from the fabric of the cosmos and sprinkle them like...
J.K. Rowling
☀️ 🌕
A #WRITCO Erotic Story
💛👩❤️💋👨🤍
SUNNY
MOONBEAMS
💒
LETTER FROM THE SUN:
You sly minx of the sky, how dare you play such games with me!? Every night, you wiggle those sweet, round hips of yours and cast down those come-hither beams. It's like you're begging for me to plunge into you, to fill you up with all the fiery passion that burns inside me. And yet, every morning, you hide behind that veil of clouds, playing the coy, untouchable maiden. Do you think I don't see you there, smiling at me with that seductive smile of yours, all soft and gentle?
LETTER FROM THE MOON:
Dear Sun,
Your words are like a storm in my tranquil night, harsh and unpredictable. Yet, amidst the chaos, I find myself drawn to the raw emotion that fuels your fiery heart. I am but a mirror to your brilliance, reflecting what you wish to see. If only you could appreciate my quiet grace, my gentle pull that shapes the tides of passion, instead of reducing me to an object of your lustful conquest. I am more than just a pretty face in the sky, more than a mere plaything for your desires.
LETTER FROM THE SUN:
Moon, my love, you drive me mad with your aloofness! I'd give you the stars if I could, rip them from the fabric of the cosmos and sprinkle them like...